Your death is the founder of life~

[Ulpio Sanguinem]

the defined scenting of a long lived rotting corpse caught his senses by a complete alteration, burning his scolded eyes with its decay lost since forgotten by the dark ages; Ulpio could only wonder out of which respect why they had not buried it. yet he was intrigued not to close in upon the matter  as he wondered towards the only living, breathing thing against the bleak veranda of gravestones, penalties of moss or fungi clinging to them in masses of strawed fixtures, many a grave crumbling or just diluting away with the acid rains, clear droplets that corrupt the balanced nervous system fastened in by the flesh and blood of another. this land was of deadly lineage set upon each mortal of a beating heart, infecting heart and mind with the craze of senses too weak to understand the forces that bestowed against their puny structures many an immortal hand could break in two with the force of fang, claws, mimics, spells, or even just the daunting crafts that spun deep into their soul. clasping up it to create a mindless rag doll.  

his attained arrival beside the tree created a wide moment of thoughts, his senses were either over reacting or the balanced of witch craft was at its highest making him flee to a few steps away, a curious surveyed expression twisting upon his face with the narrowed pupils that became more feline then anything. as he surveyed the trunk of its barked surface walking towards in a hypnotic influence that created a more spiraling effect as he dawned upon its wooded edge extending a hand to its roughness, the grudged silence as he touched it burned into his soulless corpse. it occurred that the tree was burning his palm, acid like surfaces covering its limbs making him jerk back. glancing down at his hand...

there were pussed up lumps of blisters, unaccustomed to burns, they sure didn't look to much like the ones you would get. 

[Estelle]

Deaths alley. This place was the heart of all lifeless souls, for the dead and injured. This would be the place. Out of her whole life time this was the place she feared most. That tree, was burnt down by EVERY witch. A disease among it, killing our species, yet with others slowly. These tree's where rare. It was the only proper thing that could kill a witch,even Estelle.The scent of decay was a tretorid thing, then she saw it. It was not buried. The skull looked like it was following every swift movement of the glowing madonna, as if to curse. Yet, she felt it. Pulling against her soul, weakening. Sucking out the energy, making it as there own.



Ulpio, oh sweet Ulpio, how did the poisoned woman always end up in the same tracks he took?This place was dangerous and he was in danger. Within seconds Estelle was by his side, clasping the hands, begging him in her heavenly orbs to turn away. Being this close made her on the verge of collapsing. " You.. you need to get out of here!" The usual sultry europian tones remained, but with the hints of fear.



It was back, the demon has awaken. The tree has been spawned in the hands of the sinners. It was then realization struck. The corpse was there for a reason and deep down. It was still alive, to watch and haunt out every movement. The scent of waxy roses would surround the two. " Your now cursed, we must brake the demons spell, you somehow rewoke it!"
It had to be broke, now, before more of the immortals  "καταραμένο μεταξύ των αμαρτίες που έχουμε κάνει, στοιχειωμένο από το παρελθόν κάνω αυτό κύκλο μόνο για να προστατεύσει το καλό." Spells could be tricky things, blood would begin to seep down her nose, slowly. " Ulpio, you need to kiss the girl you have feelings for in this moment in time, get toni. The thing that demons hate the most is love." It was moments after the circle from the spell would appear, anything inside it cannot get out. " After the kiss you need to burn down the tree, holy water is circling it, you just need the fire. Then.. You put in the corpse." one thing Estelle had not time to explain, once this spell was over, everyone involved are bound together. Having to protect and form strength within it, making other groups go into war, when its formed.. Every other pack,tribe,group will no about it.

[Leanne Dimuska]

ελληνική γλώσσα σπάνιο να ακούσει από άτομα με μητρική χείλη ένα αρχικό πόσο υπέροχο αγαπητέ μου ένα demi θεός του σατανά μπορεί να άρει αυτή την κατάρα δυνατά πατέρες τους οπαδούς μου θα καταστρέψουν μόνο τα σπήλαια περπατάμε επάνω μέχρι την εξεύρεση pretious του παιδί τους. ειλικρινά είναι αυτός ο μόνος τρόπος μπορώ να άρει την κατάρα με τη ζήτηση ή είναι κατάρα από rebelious δαίμονα δεν ακολουθεί τους ηγέτες εντολή του ότι nly ένα which μπορεί να σηκώσει. Greek Latin language was fluently passed through her lips like a lullaby of a god itself it was a question too the which wondering if she could understand the simple words than naturally depart through the tranquil-blood kissed lips. some pronounced English as hints to the truthful translation perhaps bending its mortality meaning. awaking a curse of rotting flesh- resentfully  blossoming through the eyes glowing- past rotting flesh of abandoned souls not been swallowed down her own soul, was too much- she wanted too feed. summoning in itself, a deep breathe out happen clenching her fists tightly avoiding eye contact with anyone. trying not too feed this matter was too important. her anger boils and boils, the ground gets hot like awoken pebbles turning to mantel rock. under her own feet would turn boiling scorching hot. a summoning growl would boil in her napes depths a new power awakening, as the grass under boils in to ash burning on the ground in black flames flickering with the red fickle. her lover was possessed awoken her fathers worker. paid the price she wouldn't look just a tear would stream down her eyes along the rosy red cheek bone as it drips it would land as a flame on the ground heat changing its elemental power. so little of a appearance yet the scientific value was magnificent the women would wait for someone too reply.

[Ulpio Sanguinem]

the moment had arrived, his opticals laying far beyond the reach of another before they fell upon the dainty body of the witch, Estelle. what was she doing here? he could only wonder why as his flesh burst into flames, he gulped, one touch against a feather and he would be bound to hell's gates, sitting formally whilst satin boiled the mortals alive, yet his expression stayed dormant, straight or just poker faced. "Θέλω να ενταχθούν σε πάρα πολύ", οι αδυνατεί φόντα της ισότητας του, το κάψιμο στην ψυχή του οποίου γεννήθηκε χωρίς, γιατί ήταν ο γιος ενός κόμη, της Ρουμανίας να becorrect, ένας έκπτωτος άγγελος εξόριστος από τον ουρανό. έστειλε στην κόλαση από την καύση ενός ενιαίου κοράκι όπως ένα φτερό στα μέσα της μια νύχτα ψύξης το χειμώνα, όταν το αεράκι ήταν υψηλότερη από μια νόρμα, οι επιπλοκές της ηλιακής έκλειψης του που σκοτείνιασε τον ουρανό της

his shoulders hunched over as he let out a cry, bulk between his shoulder blade pushing into a fragile stump, the bones of a structured pair of wings outburst through the surface, his polo shirt torn from his chest as the feathers layered up, the glossy ebony colouring tinted by the hints of an metallic touch creating a ravens look, someone could have named him the raven boy. breathing hard the pain increased with each feather, his head flung forwards as the non-infected hand grasped his face. the newly formed limbs stretching out defensively towards the threat, a pure flame against his palm. his hisses were echoed out through clenched jaws as eh stumbled back. "spell. quick. now... ugh..." his final call was of a grown his head swaying as the tip of a feather became flammable against the purest of heat, it sizzled lightly becoming plated in the absorbing warmth penetrating his use of the breeze.

[Estelle]

Time was running out, Estelle had to risk it. " Leanne kiss him, if he feels the passion it'll soothe down the curse the devils have set among him!" The circle still remained, as the dark forces try to fight it, if Ulpio  had no passion then they where stumped. Closing the heavenly lit eyes Estelle began to manifest the flames, the flames laying upon her palm, lit and powerful with avengance. Then, it came into reality, just like that.  Circling the tree the witch began to inspect the weakest spot. Yet it was in the most unexpected area, the hole protected by roots. It was broken, the heart of the cursed thing. Throwing the flame into the target it lit to fire, streaming itself along the bark.



The masked woman made it out to be as if Ulpio was the offer, his life for the protection of ours. It was a bluff, but a clever one. kneeling down to his charming face the Golden looks would hide what she'd about to do to all observers. Even leanne, in some cases it looks a little wrong, yet it wasnt. The soft, blood kissed lips would roam near his ear whispering the enchanting words " Trust me, Ulpio." They where such affectionate words, like she'd do to her old artist. It took moments to just stand and look to leanne before gesturing for her to do it. Time was running out and if she didnt... Estelle would, it was a bluff, it would fail if Leanne didnt follow the orders.



The corpse would be onto the ground reaching For Ulpio, trying to take his life before exiting. Yet it touched Estelle. What would it do? who knows. The skeletal figure dispersed, it was gone. Just like that. The tree was half way to collapsing, the heat would press against the tender flesh, only just managable to cope with. A cold darkness roamed near Estelle's still heart, puncturing it almost. The pain was excrutionating.

[Leanne Dimuska]

the fate of her lover was in the palms of my own if he did have feelings the spell would be broken well the shot was a bark from no where- walking forward she would place the warm hand along his tender flesh along the cheek bone and smile and lean forward and press the blood kissed lips on his own with passion- shutting her eyes collapsing the deep tonnes of crimson red to flourish the flaps of the long curled eye lashes beautifully- the women would wait to see what would happen lips locked on like a key in his chamber- the frozen heart would shield its chamber ramming against the rib cage- elastic veil of the brown hair would ripples with the brisk harsh winds dotted with the flames.

(ooc sorry its short)

[Ulpio Sanguinem]

his corpse froze, hi eyes darting about, flailing within all directions before it kicked in.  his manhood was drifting away within the stock still emotion, he loved his lea. she was his lure if any and wouldn't leave  her'e side for the world. this made it simple. his shoulders would slump down, relaxing into his seat, his eyes drifting as they rolled back with the pleasurable moment, inhaling deeply through his nostrils he would sigh against his lovers lips, the warm breath heating their mere closeness to his face. he became startled by his next action, all new to his freshly dosed mindings. he locked again, angling his head towards the right raising a hand to the baby-butt smooth skin against Leanne's cheek, the delicate force as he pushed against her body warily, supporting himself with a sturdy palm against the poisoned earthing below his heavy structure. 

his wording searched for a sentence, his mind planning out the continued works after his departure from the lip-lock against his partner, raising a hand he would run his index finger of his naked collar, his cheeks becoming flushed with a bristle crimson toning against his cheeks, the high boning of it causing the youthful looks to become more toddler like as his smile became sheepish. "I-I do b-believe we should help E-Estelle..." his causal toning became linked with the purest of banned worry for the two of the women, his opticals gleaming like the deep horizon against the ocean surface, the aqua look sizzling against his pale gothic skin shading. "d-don't you t-think?"

[Estelle]

The whole performance was as if it never happened. Yes, some of the disease is still lingering in the air but barely. The protection spell would be broken by Estelle's commands,simply and effortlessly. It was time to tell them the consuquences. Whether they like it or not. " What makes you think i need help?" The words postpone as if to a later date, the question was not important. The future was. Ulpio is back to his... strange self and Leanne, she gets her lover back. " Theres something i have to say..." It was starting to drag, lets begin. " This happened a few hundred years ago, and i was there. Its not just a curse, everyone involved gets bound together as one. Meaning all three of are stuck together whether we like it or not. As a three where all at our strongest. Since the curse has been lifted its said that the curse remains now on us, having to forever be bound as one. When one gets hurt, we all know about it and when one dies... Darkness fills our path. Wether you both like it... Your stuck with me. Since i did the spell, your powers are part of me, yet they'll forever remain weak."



How would they both react. Would they take kindly to this? Estelle knows she wouldnt. The Violet optics would change to a sea blue, looking the two over.Consuming them whole until there lost in a manifestion of seas, for only the witch for guidance, there saviour. " Any questions?" The cold, darkness set within her became stronger, it was as if something was eating her alive. Yet, she's a superior something so simple couldnt whisk her of to the devils gate, can it?

[Ulpio Sanguinem]

his optics would dart up and down the witch in curiousness, his heart pounding against the words that would ooze from her cherry like lips, she must have been pulling his leg, this couldn't be happening. it couldn't be the truth that he was hearing. it must have been a white lie of some generation. his pupils would dilate, narrowing into a feline like act of purity, yet before finishing the shift of optical, the whites turned a surveyed ebony slating, the shading dismissed yet spread against the irises turning them into a demonic genesis of slated toning, his glare fixated upon the body of the witch. "your kidding me." 

his toning rang out into a Solo corded key, his vocals breaking within the drop, sounding more like 'Kid-hing' he watched as the straight faced women stayed stock still and he would hustle it up to bring it up to his mind that she was being serious. his body shifted slightly in an uncomfortable  manner of ways, his opticals training themselves upon the witched with deep intent of finding a twinge of guilt that would lead him to his answer. his Latin tongue snapping out with a thirst for knowledge. he still didn't know the way of this immortal species and was willing to find out their weak spots encase the time came when he would have to sacrifice a life or two. witches would be one of the first into his mind and he smirked a little, "your telling the truth aren't you...!" the eastern accent flickered on his Romanian tongue, the words rolled against his lisped way of speaking, he would have to spend his whole life within the grasp of this old women... Ulpio's first thought was...

'that bitch' 

[Leanne Dimuska]

at the moment of her speech the women would reply with the wispy slithering tongue of a bewitched demon itself 'bitch please.....' would roll of the tongue flooding with sarcasm as the voids would role flourishing the eye lashes delicately touching the roof of the eye lids, afterwords thoughts of the which would fill her clever little mind how she said our powers would weaken yet gin something of course as we was bonded ' dear oh dear you do realize waking us made us stronger... we now all share same powers but our ones we started with inflict our main control....i have not been effected i can tell as i would feel myself burning to a crisp as i would age too appear at least my forty's' after the lips would blemish shut whilst a snake bite piercing turns to a slight golden tone a unknown emotion, before wandering towards the which a direct stare in a friendly none intimidating way, it was pointless to develop a enemy too someone your practically forced too be with till our souls themselves rot as a memory. folding the arms along the lower stomach was a casual manner slanted on her hips totally relaxed. the witch did not realize forcing a bond with in us all meant we was as strong as each other. been a demi god was part of my genes nothing can change that mortality if it did, my father would not be pleased and certain to banish the which from mortal lands. a perfectly calves eye brow would raise in questioning of her reply. knowing fully well i am correct. as experience of this as happened countless times.....how else was i the strongest of my siblings?

[Estelle]

It was frustrating that both did not understand the meaning or the binding. It is not a regular one as it only occurs every 1 hundred years. Nor does Estelle become more powerful, neither do they. Just together they can form something greater makes nothing more special except when they all try there ability together, it will make another creation. No bickers or disagreeing would help, so she left it at that. Looking blankly at the two she'd begin. " You do not understand the concept of this, either of you.. How old are you? "200-300 years old? That is not long enough to understand the meaning. I am not your leader and i does not make or powers equal. No leanne... There should be no effect as i stated before, we do not weaken are existing abilities nor gain any extras. I simply gain your power not to use, as its impossible. But to simply understand the future... understood? So please dont make it out as if you know, because you dont. This isnt the normal bindings, there rare. And trust me, i never wished to be bound by two people that... i dont even know. Ill stay as far away as i can, with pleasure." That was enough speaking, they both didnt realise that i saved one of there lives. If they wished to recieve answers, then they better come and find me.

[estelle exit, short post, wanted to get it over.]

[Ulpio Sanguinem]

His stance was short lived as he began to stare at the open area the witch had so been in so many little moments ago, he turned his head towards his 'lea' and murmured in a low sober melodramatic key of pitch and vocal corded stacity, "i do believe she speaks more gibberish then wisdom... yet she may have a pointed answer"  his influenced issue with the matter cause a tiny vein o appear streaked across his temple with finally thoughts as he rubbed the lining of his chin, his opticals flickering in the lighting of the evening lights, each colouring, burgundy, auburn, indigo, violent, topaz, highlighted each end of its domain. the cool breezes of the graveyard looming about them as fogs of mist appeared low against each and every one of the gravestones, the ingraved wordings of memories dipping in and out of the shadows. the silent scurries of a lost field mouse stalked about, its eyes glowing with a luminous effect of opal pupils, its blindness obscuring the very moment, its tiny but piercing claws scratching along the pebbled veranda like a chalk on a black board. he would cringe and murmur in the absence of his minds thoughts or feelings. "i think now is a good time to leave this god forbidden place my love..." he would reach out a hand and link it with her's, his grip almost as tough as a lumberjacks yet had a soothing feeling to the babysmooth skin.

[Ulpio Exits]

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